I rolled 7 times & did the prompts 7 times so this time I am choosing to exit! You drink a drink that tastes a little peachy.. You dream a dream where you are in a fantastic, colourful forest setting. A girl is seated on a mushroom but she has no face, just a blue dress and white apron with gold hair. She beckons you forward, and gives you a small hug. "You can do it", she whispers, and then you are back in this room, and in front of you is the open door. You exit.
This time, the drink was mild, peachy, sweet and tasty. Ever liked peaches, even if he didn't usually enjoy drinks quite so sugary.
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He woke in wonderland, which was an odd realization, as he'd just been thinking about the book: trying to get small enough to fit through a very small door. A girl, sitting on a mushroom, turned her faceless head toward him, beckoning him in.
"Did I fall down the rabbit hole?"
He hadn't been in Wonderland before, but he still recognized who this was: Alice, though he'd always pictured her looking a bit more like his sister. He crept forward, slowly, uncertainly, and bent at the girl's instructions. She hugged him, and it was the strangest sensation, dreamlike and surreal.
"You can do it," Was her soft voice in his ear, and he winced, trying to pull away, waking before he could say anything else --
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And there, in front of him, was the door. Relieved, Ever hauled himself up, kicking over the rest of the bottles before he went through it.
Grymoire rolled 1 12-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-12)
Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 3:14 pm
Shaking off the remants of the last dream (god Arland was rubbing off on him) he inched around the table and picked up another bottle. Taking a swallow he almost spit the drink back up.
"Okay. Now i know what a liquid warhead tasted like. I didn't need that knowledge." While trying to wipe the taste from his tongue with his teeth he saw the room fade again.
* * * *
He leaned back in his seat, throne, and watched the remains of the rebels being take off in chains. Okay sure he'd 'given in' to the dark side and let the FEAR take him over. Did it really matter when everything that was wrong with the Hunters was not being beheaded one by one?
"You know it doesn't" The voice beside him was a lovely melody. Vi had been freed, returned to her natural state, and she'd been given a place of honor at his side. It meant that his throne had an easy access hatch to the underground lake so she had water and given her size she practically towered over him but it was nice.
"Did I say that out loud? Oops." He smirked as he settled back.
One of the captives who looked a little dazed looked up at him as they were being drug off. He didn't recognize them but if they were with the prisoners they must have fought against him.
"Did I fall down the rabbit hole?"
"No. That would be a far better option than what's about to happen to you."
That had been the order. Trouble was, Hanna didn't know much about Medea at all, aside from mythology. This rankled her more than the impending risk she was about to take as a Hunter. Though she was side by side with a pack of other Hunters as she moved toward the Corridor of Dreams, Hanna quickly found herself alone the moment she passed through the door.
Pausing, she turned in a circle, looking for an exit. Instead, she found bottles.
Tentative footfalls led her to the table. She was careful not to touch anything, but leaned close: Drink me. "Jesus," she murmured, the sound strangely empty in the silent room. Was this Alice again? Was she back? Was she somehow in league with the Horsemen?
Her stomach dropped. Her mind told her how stupid it was to drink strange things. (She had gone to college, after all.) But the promise of what magic each bottle might hold, what it might do was too much for her. It was the same drug that made her come to Deus. The desire to know, to see behind the veil.
Hanna simply assumed, stupidly, that it wouldn't kill her.
"Here goes nothing," she said, snatching up the closest bottle and downing it like it was a shot of particularly strong tequila. The taste was a little sweet with an edge of sour and suddenly...
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EVENT 1: You drink a drink that tastes a little sweet-sour. You immediately drift off and dream a dream where you are a hero rescuing a princess (the person who posts above you, if nobody posts above you, you can just choose a friend of your character's). The princess says whatever garbled dialogue the person who posted above you did. If they didn't say anything, the princess simply continues to shout "save me" dramatically. You must woo the princess out of a burning tower and then escape (or something like that).
Hanna was standing at the base of a tower, gazing up at the single window where a dark-skinned man in a flowing pink dress was dramatically draped. "Wow, weird," she said, glancing down to her own chain mail suit. "I definitely got the better outfit." Also, the tower was on fire? That seemed like a problem.
Above her, Inoke began to cry out, "I KNOW WHAT A LIQUID WARHEAD TASTES LIKE~" The voice was sing-song, melodic. "Iiiiiii~ did not NEED that knowledge~" It was maybe the weirdest Disney song ever.
Cupping her hands around her mouth, Hanna called up, "Uh, is a liquid warhead a weird sex thing?" Was it? If she had internet, she could already have the answer.
"I NEED TO KNOW~" Inoke sang.
"Do you want to, I don't know, jump into that lake over there?" A lake had appeared, because.
"LIQUID WARHEEEE----AAAAAD~"
Let him die. Please. For me.
"OKAY, I WILL GET YOU A LIQUID WARHEAD which better mean really intense spooning with someone you don't like very much, I am big spoon goddamnit..." Hanna raised up her metal-covered arms, squeaking with every move. Inoke seemed to accept this proposal and tossed himself unceremoniously from the tower, a tangle of lace and chiffon.
Only, he was coming at Hanna. Not the lake.
She ran in circles, trying to pinpoint exactly where he would fall. "Oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t!" The moment Inoke's body plunged into her arms, both continued moving downward, disappearing into the floor.
Suddenly, Hanna was back in the Corridor.
Grymoire
8D
Grymoire rolled 1 12-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-12)
Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 3:31 pm
EVENT 6: You drink a drink that tastes a little alcoholic. You dream a dream where everything you experienced is a part of an online game. The actual name of your best friend and identity is (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You play around with them and they are more than happy to give you MMO advice saying (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
“Okay no more warheads”
< “What the hell is a warhead?” >
“It’s a candy we don’t talk about that stupid buys would shove ten of in their mouths to prove they were Men and then they wouldn’t be able to taste for a week”
< “Have I mentioned I am infinatly glad you aren’t one of those?” >
He smiled at his companion’s comments before going to pick up another bottle. This one at least tasted normal. Normal in the fact that it tasted like something he wouldn’t be able to get from a bar because he wasn’t old enough. But normal.
* * * *
“Dude! I just picked up an epic item. Says it’s …. ********? Says Liquid Warhead” Online games always had messed up names for their stuff. This one was new though and pretty damn out there.”
"Uh, is a liquid warhead a weird sex thing?"
“… considering the description says ‘Charm your enemies into submission as you release a pair of water nymphs into game play as your companions for a minute per level. Yea. I think it is.”
Stuffing the bottle into the depths of his item pouch he followed after his friend as they continued deeper into the dungeon they’d chosen. He was getting up there in levels and she’d finally let him tag along since he wouldn’t just be dead weight.
“Didn’t you tell me that the one thing you don’t want to run into in here is the undead dragon? Like that undead dragon?” He pointed with a sword at a hulking zombified monstrosity.
"Oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t!"
Akina Tokuwa
Thank you forgiving me terrible sex jokes on the MMO prompt.
The second Hanna regained control of her body once more, she marched right up to the table and grabbed the next bottle. "Let's do this s**t, mind over matter," she coached herself.
And then, once more, she drank.
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EVENT 3: You drink a drink that tastes a little bitter-sour. You dream a dream where you have become the ultimate evil, and by choice. You have obtained great power, at a price. You witness prisoners captured, especially (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
This dream felt different than the one before. At first, Hanna saw only blackness. Her eyes were closed. Slowly, she cracked them open and found herself floating in the air, suspended by her own pumping wings. "What... the ********...?" she murmured, reaching out to grasp onto the nearest one. Her hand passed through it, the smoke curling around her fingertips and then retreating. Gradually, as if she had done it a million times, Hanna eased down to the floor, her heels clicking against the smooth black tile.
It was... some sort of throne room. There was a massive chair and a golden scepter in the center with a blood red jewel, emanating power. A thumping grabbed her attention, and she turned to face what, at first glance, appeared to be a mirror. Trapped inside was the same Hunter from her last dream: Inoke. But this time, she wasn't here to save him. She could feel it.
He wasn't alone.
Mirror after mirror lined the walls, each one filled with people she knew -- Peyton, Cami, even her twin sisters who scratched against the glass. Somehow, she knew, could feel really, that she was incredibly powerful, and somehow, in that same unknowable dream quality, she knew that these loved ones in mirrors where the source of it. A clawed hand briefly reached up to touch the mirror that contained her mother, slumped to the ground. When she began to reach back, Hanna walked away abruptly, her long skirts swirling behind her.
Moving back to Inoke, a person who seemed to be the key to all of this, Hanna stopped. He looked up at her weakly. "Why do I feel good about myself right now?" she asked darkly. "I think this means I am a bad person. I think a normal person would not feel so happy to have power. Right? A normal person would want out of this immediately."
Inoke blinked at her, slowly. "An epic item... charm your enemies... submission..." His voice was tinny with strain.
"So I'm a bad person."
He stopped moving. "Yea," his lips whispered, "I think so... you don't want to run."
Hanna didn't run. She rested her forward against the glass and watched silently as Inoke slipped from consciousness into death, felt how the energy he released surged into her, gave her strength.
And then it all dissolved.
Grymoire
If you forgive my choice to sort of turn Hanna into an AU Ares!
Grymoire rolled 1 12-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-12)
Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 3:55 pm
...EVENT 6: You drink a drink that tastes a little alcoholic. You dream a dream where everything you experienced is a part of an online game. The actual name of your best friend and identity is (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You play around with them and they are more than happy to give you MMO advice saying (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
“Right, uh. That was weird. Never playing an MMO again.” He knew that was a complete lie but it wasn’t like they got much opportunity for gaming on Deus island anyway. Shaking his head he picked up another bottle and.
“Didn’t I just drink this? The hell is wrong with these things.” He knew he’d picked up a different bottle.
* * * *
It was the same weird sensation but it seemed to be a different ‘game’ this time. Instead of looking more like world of Warcraft this one looked like Assassins Creed. Which he totally didn’t play on multiplayer because he got slaughtered within five minutes of starting every time he played.
He could see Arland off in the distance cackling as he took down one of the competitors before looking back to the new girl who’d joined in on their game.
"Why do I feel good about myself right now?" she asked darkly. "I think this means I am a bad person.”
He tipped his head back and laughed at that. “You’re forgetting the Creed! Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.” Which sometimes just meant ‘kill the b*****d who’s trying to kill you first’. Story mode was better but multiplayer was starting to have its advantages.
“Come on. There’s a hooker somewhere who needs a short sharp stab of the unpleasant variety”
Akina Tokuwa
So long as Ino doesn't have to deal with any more actual mirrors
This time when Hanna came back to the room, she did not immediately grab for the bottle. First, she checked her hands, then her back. Yes. This was her. This was normal her. No weird super-powered winged woman with death mirrors. Just... regular... her.
With a sigh, the redhead strolled a few steps closer to the table. "I can painstakingly rake through the indications this makes about me later," she murmured. "Find Medea. Mission. There's a mission."
So she snatched up another bottle and drank.
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EVENT 4: You drink a drink that tastes a little sweet-savory. You dream a dream where you are offered a chance at any wish, thanks to the djinn/genie called (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). They grant your wish but they mention the consequence is (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.
When Hanna slipped into the dream, it felt immediately more upbeat. For one, she was at a 50's-style roller rink with her hair tightly curled. She wore white pants and a crop top and was holding hands with Inoke as they skated around the rink. A disco ball churned at the center, casting shiny reflective dots everywhere.
"This," Hanna began slowly, "IS AMAZING!" And also way less confusing than the Dark Room of Power.
Clearly, Inoke was a genie. Duh. Because. DREAMS.
Her hands fell into fists, and Hanna broke out into a glorious rendition of the hustle. "I feel guilty that this mission feels fun right now," she said, twirling in a circle and skating backwards. She was actually not so great at skating in reality, but this was Dream Hanna and Dream Hanna was basically a featured performer in the hit film of the early 2000s starring Lil Bow-Wow (or was it Nick Cannon?), Rollbounce. Obviously, we all saw it.
Oh, right, genie. Hanna had a wish to make. "I would like to have an amazingly fast rise to power within the Death Hunters, become Caelius' secondhand, and then replace him -- all before I am 28. That is a multi-step wish, but it is still one wish, okay. I want to be the best Hunter ever. Okay? Let's make that happen." A part of her wished this wasn't a dream.
Inoke stared at her. "There’s a hooker somewhere who needs a short sharp stab of the unpleasant variety," he said, very seriously.
"Sure, whatever that means, I'll take the consequence."
With a shrug, Inoke clapped his hands, and Hanna was immediately jolted back to the Corridor.
Another dream down, another to go. "Do I actually have to drink all the bottles?" she said to herself. It was better than the silence.
Hanna selected the next bottle and drank.
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EVENT 11: You drink a drink that tastes a little grapey. You dream a dream where your power is compromised, and you must sacrifice someone for the sake of everyone else. You pick (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
The taste this time was almost pleasant. It reminded her of Lunchables and scraped knees, sitting on see-saws and squeaking with laughter. Her surroundings sharpened into focus, and she found herself standing in a room. There was a gun on the table. A figure dressed in a plain white jumpsuit was bound with runic chains to the chair in front of her, face hidden by a black hood.
This was no longer reminiscent of elementary school.
A sudden gripping sense of dread slammed against Hanna's temples. Adelphe? she whispered. Adelphe? Her hands flashed to her earlobes, feeling for the bone wing totem. There was nothing there. Her weapon was gone, her power was lost.
And somehow, getting rid of the person in front of her was going to bring it back.
"It's not personal," she said, grabbing the gun without hesitation and cocking it.
A familiar voice spoke from beneath the hood. "I feel guilty," she said. Hanna's blood ran cold. "Whatever that means, I'll take the conse--" The hooded figured rocked backward, chair tipping up as the bullet passed clean through the center.
Before she knew what she was doing, Hanna ran and ripped the hood off the girl strapped to the chair. She knew what she would see before she did, but it didn't stop the gun from falling from her hands and clattering to the ground.
Rolled an 11 already - EVENT 5: You drink a drink that tastes a little savory-sour. You dream a dream where you are of a different faction (pick and choose a different one). Here, you are shown around by (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). They give you informative advice such as (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). You adjust to your new life.
It was probably no surprise that the savory-sour bottle, like grapefruit liberally dosed with salt, made him dream that he was a hunter. He’d not honestly believed in them till recently, but now… now he’d met several, married one (to his knowledge at least) and dreamed, terribly of killing another.
He didn’t know who she was, but she was part of the hunters, he knew that clearly enough. She wore a pretty white coat with a curious symbol on it.
"It's not personal,"
It was perhaps the most sensible thing that anyone who he’d learned was a hunter had ever said.
That was all she said though, it wasn’t personal, what they did, wasn’t personal. It was their job he supposed. He wrapped his arms around himself and wished, quietly for wings. Somehow… Somehow even with the madness that lingered around the school there was a peace in flight, in deep water, and somehow…. Somehow in the words ‘It’s not personal’, he could feel all of that slipping away.
“Somehow…I wish it were.” He said quietly in turn.
(Roll 7)
Grymoire rolled 1 12-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-12)
Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 4:26 pm
The next drink wasn’t any better than the others and it –still- wasn’t getting him out of the stupid tower. In fact it was just making things worse.
Now for some reason he’d developed a tail, a rather neon green scaley one, he assumed horns and something told him if he spit it would be acid.
“…. ******** it.” He sighed as he followed around some overly feathered kid. “Why does this crap always happen to me? One nice thing. That’s all I want. One!”
"It's not personal,"
“Like ******** it’s not. I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t personal I wouldn’t have ended up with a ******** tail.”
Her eyes were vacant, mouth drawn into a line. As Hanna reached for the next bottle, she reached up to brush the totem that hung in her earlobes. Adelphe was there.
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EVENT 10: You drink a drink that tastes a little citrusy. You dream a dream where you go to Pigfarts school of magic. You are sorted into one of four Houses (you pick the names) and you encounter a rival while you are getting your wand, and they are (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).
Dreams really do come true.
Hanna was seated at the table in the Grape Hall, along with all the unsorted students new to Pigfarts School of Magic, just like her. "Good god, let this one stay real," she said, standing up to file along behind the other newbies.
Queefiepuff -- ew, the boring ones who like everything, blah blah blah. Slipitin -- a house of questionable morals. Cocknballs -- the smart kids? Really? Girlsawhore -- the... brave... ones?
What. What.
"Um, I think I'm at the wrong school..." Hanna said, backpedaling. "Or in a really bad Potter porn..."
The boy behind her grunted and shoved her forward. Oh, hey, it was Inoke because of course he was here. It hurt Hanna's soul to be in this bastardization of the school she loved. Maybe if it was the singing kind of StarKid production Harry Potter it would have been okay. She thought she saw white Cho Chang sitting at the Cocknba-- oh god, Hanna could not take it seriously.
It was like bizarro!Potter, but Hanna wanted the real deal.
In spite of her half-hearted efforts, Hanna was pushed up to the Sorting Bat, which was humiliatingly swatted against her a** before it squeaked out, "Slipitin!"
Hanna frowned. "Please don't," she said, marching off to the side of the stage where she was handed a random wand because -- why not? This was not her Harry Potter dream, godammit, sobsob. Inoke was back for whatever reason. He shoved her.
Hanna shoved back. "God, why are you such a tool? Are you like this in real life too? I'm already in bootleg Harry Potter, please don't add insult to injury." She poked him in the chest with her wand. "Seriously, broski. Step off. Step off a cliff."
Inoke narrowed his eyes. "******** it," he said. And then walked away.
"Right so I've acquired fresca this time. Who wants to be it does something stupid too?"
Vi was silent except for the giggling he could hear somewhere in his head.
****
"Hogwarts. The name of the school is .... oh forget it." He signed as he was shuffled up to pick up the crusty old hat.
"GIFFLEBACK!" <******** s**t does that mean?"
He never really got an answer to that. The rest of the sorting was a blur of too much movement and eventually he found himself at a wand shop picking up something that was apparently stuffed full of unicorn hearts. Hearts didn't have strings. What was wrong with these people.
Someone flounced by singing Disney songs and he decided right then and there that he hated them and whatever spring of happy rainbows they'd found.
"At this rate, I am going to have to pee soon," Hanna murmured as she scooped up the next bottle and drank.
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Event 12: You drink a drink that tastes a little peachy. You dream a dream where you are in a fantastic, colourful forest setting. A girl is seated on a mushroom but she has no face, just a blue dress and white apron with gold hair. She beckons you forward, and gives you a small hug. "You can do it", she whispers, and then you are back in this room, and in front of you is the open door. You exit.
The first thing that reached Hanna was a pleasant, woody smell and the smack of peach on her tongue. Her eyes flickered open, eyes shaded by a bright yellow tree with soft pink leaves. It was a kaleidoscope of colors -- a lavender river, pale blue grass dotted by green and white flowers, a sky made of rainbows. It was like Candyland and Rainbow Brite threw up on everything. But Hanna liked it. It was... chipper?
She began to walk.
The grass was soft beneath her feet, inviting. Her mind pulled at her to lay down and relax here, take a nap, but Hanna actively fought against it. She had to track Medea. A mushroom came into view around the corner, and on top of it -- a small girl in a blue and white dress. "Oh, someone different," she said, softly.
As if startled by the sound, the girl turned. Hanna stopped cold. There was a dress, hands with five fingers, feet with frilly socks and shiny shoes, golden hair secured with a ribbon -- but there was no face. The girl had no face. The strange child lifted a hand and beckoned Hanna forward, patting the space on the mushroom where it appeared she wanted to sit.
Cautiously, Hanna approached, jumping as the faceless child threw her arms around her... in a hug. Every muscle in the Hunter tensed, but before she could break free, the girl buried her face in Hanna's hair and brought her lips close to her ear. Somehow, with no mouth, she whispered, "You can do it!" In the dream, Hanna closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she was back in the room, staring at an open door.
The Death Hunter cast one last glance back at the remaining bottles, shook off the chill creeping up her arms, and then jogged through the exit to whatever adventure came her way next.
